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The following isn't new to Delaware Paratransit riders but they don't read my
blog anyway. Other Delawareans --to say nothing of those of you in other states
or countries-- may find this difficult to believe. Acquaintances, fellow church
members, doctors and so on who live nearby typically see DE Paratransit busses
on the road or perhaps see one picking up someone near their home or office.
For most Delawareans, that "snapshot" is all they really know about
DelDot and Dart's transportation service for disabled Delaware residents. Any
observer who thinks about the service at all is probably gratified that our
state government and the DART bus system regularly help these people get to
destinations that they are unable to reach on their own.

Earlier today a friend & irreplaceable helper emailed me about our original
plan to take me grocery-shopping on Dec 26,"I can shop the Saturday after Christmas if you can't
do [both] therapy and shop..." [aka that
Thursday].

I responded, "Succinctly, I don't dare promise than I can do both,
not that I wouldn't want to."

It sounds weird, even to me after all these years, to admit the
near-impossibility of combining a one hour appt & a two hour grocery
shopping trip on a weekday where I have no other obligations. I suspect my
friend might find this even more difficult to believe than I do. So I followed
up the earlier part of my email to her with a pains-taking and very
long explanation to support my claim. No way she would read that part
of my email. Everything she needed to know for our schedule was above it.

But I hate to waste my true account of what Paratransit service is like for
its users. I'm posting it here, so additional people will have the chance to
not read it. ;-P

BOTTOM LINE: "If it weren't for Paratransit's "help" it WOULD be possible for
me to do both therapy & shopping on the 26th.

Here are the common Paratransit-related circumstances which,
taken together, make it unlikely that I can do two not-at-home
errands that day.

My Paratransit to/from therapy schedule typically goes
like this

(1)My therapy appt with Frank is 1pm-2pm.

(2)(A bit of background)
No sensible P-rider tells the truth about their actual appt
times or when would be the real earliest time for pick-up
after an appointment. In fact, Paratransit personnel regularly suggest lying about
both these times. Consequently my P ride request to therapy always
reads:
Therapy Appt=12:30PM. Pick-up time afterward=2:30PM

(3) Based on this input, P dispatchers respond with the standard warning:
"Be Ready" by 11:10 AM and they promise a bus will pick me up
afterwards somewhere between 2:15 and 3PM., so be visible to the bus driver.

(4)Riders are not allowed to call Paratransit
dispatchers about bus ETA until no bus has shown up within 45 mins of
a Be Ready or a promised pick-up time.

(5)if enough time passes so that a rider is
finally permitted to call the dispatcher, the rider is given a revised
ETA. This new ETA does not necessarily reflect reality--aka the bus may very
well arrive later than the ETA given. (Probably not earlier)

(6) Once the rider has been picked up, the rider should in no way
expect a direct ride between point A and point B. Additional riders may be
picked up or dropped off "en route".

(7) "En route" is defined by Paratransit as
anywhere within the geographical limits of northern New Castle County, i.e. the
picked up & dropped off riders do not necessarily live anywhere along the
straightest shot between the original rider's pick-up & the location of
their home.
(In my experience as many as six other passaengers have been dropped off
between my pick-up at the Newark Senior Center and my arrival at home)

(8)Summarizing. On Thursday Dec 26th, I expect my
typical "Be Ready" of 11:10AM. This translates into,
I may be picked up anywhere between 11AM--which gets to my therapy appt
over an hour early, Or more rarely, my pick-up from home will be delayed
until approx 12:30PM--which gets me to my appt 15 minutes late.

Or any time between those extremes. Since I must be prepared to board the bus
immediately when it arrives and since I can't see the parking lot from my
apartment, this requires that I perch on the edge of my bed with my head turned
to the window, watching constantly for the approach of the bus.

(9)Returning. After getting on my P Pick-up bus to
take me home---at equally semi-random times--- I may actually get
home as early as a few minutes of 3PM or more likely as late as 5PM.
Very occasionally I don't get home until even later than that. This may happen
if my original Pick-Up bus never showed up & the
P dispatchers have to send another bus.

(10) Bottom line: As bizarre and unlikely as it seems, I could
conceivably be away from home for 7 hours (11AM to 6PM) for a one hour
appartment in an office maybe 5 miles or a bit more, from where I live. Thank
God, I've never experienced a 7 hour roundtrip day! The longest
"roundtrip" I can remember was just over 5 hours.

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How Many Comments Does a Typical "Scribblings" Entry
Receive?

Frankly, I didn't do the math. However I did spend part of yesterday evening
& part of this morning, working from my most recent entry back as far as a
Feb 2009 entry, vigilantly looking for for what LJ calls "suspicious
comments" & what most of us probably think of as spam in the comments
after any given blog.

During that mind-numbling exercise, I noticed that entries with zero comments
were very common and that a very few entries sported as many as 10 comments.
This "snapshot" was in no way bell curve-shaped. (Do you remember
bell curves from either math or statistics?)

I discovered something else. Current spammers have gone back as far as 4
years and added one or more "suspicious comments" to my
entries. What is the largest cluster of spammish comments for a single entry?
Make a guess. ;-D

I started to delete these but--since only about ten comments appear after the
entry at a time--I decided I had better things to do for now.

Oh, former largest number of spammish comments after an entry was 98. In both
cases, the comments were added from mid-2013 to the present.

I so wish I could receive a quarter as many legitimate comments for my blog
entries or likes for my FB posts.
Guess reading about the vagaries of Paratransit service, nightmarish move-prep
& moving, or about serial apartment floods doesn't inspire anyone to
comment.

Much less finish reading an entry. Speaking of which, if you've reached this
point, the following is for you.

A half-remembered Peanuts cartoon.

Someone is out in the snow making snowmen. I don't remember who it is--which is
embarrassing--but possibly Linus or Snoopy.

He works for a long time until the yard is filled with dozens of mini-snowmen.

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Today, all of us do, by our presence here, and by our celebrations in other
parts of our country and the world, confer glory and hope to newborn liberty.

Out of the experience of an extraordinary human disaster that lasted too long,
must be born a society of which all humanity will be proud.

Our daily deeds as ordinary South Africans must produce an actual South African
reality that will reinforce humanity’s belief in justice, strengthen its
confidence in the nobility of the human soul and sustain all our hopes for a
glorious life for all.

All this we owe both to ourselves and to the peoples of the world who are so
well represented here today.

To my compatriots, I have no hesitation in saying that each one of us is as
intimately attached to the soil of this beautiful country as are the famous
jacaranda trees of Pretoria and the mimosa trees of the bushveld.

Each time one of us touches the soil of this land, we feel a sense of personal
renewal. The national mood changes as the seasons change.
We are moved by a sense of joy and exhilaration when the grass turns green and
the flowers bloom.

That spiritual and physical oneness we all share with this common homeland
explains the depth of the pain we all carried in our hearts as we saw our
country tear itself apart in a terrible conflict, and as we saw it spurned,
outlawed and isolated by the peoples of the world, precisely because it has
become the universal base of the pernicious ideology and practice of racism and
racial oppression.

We, the people of South Africa, feel fulfilled that humanity has taken us back
into its bosom, that we, who were outlaws not so long ago, have today been
given the rare privilege to be host to the nations of the world on our own
soil.

We thank all our distinguished international guests for having come to take
possession with the people of our country of what is, after all, a common
victory for justice, for peace, for human dignity.
We trust that you will continue to stand by us as we tackle the challenges of
building peace, prosperity, non-sexism, non-racialism and democracy.

We deeply appreciate the role that the masses of our people and their political
mass democratic, religious, women, youth, business, traditional and other
leaders have played to bring about this conclusion. Not least among them is my
Second Deputy President, the Honourable F.W. de Klerk.

We would also like to pay tribute to our security forces, in all their ranks,
for the distinguished role they have played in securing our first democratic
elections and the transition to democracy, from blood-thirsty forces which
still refuse to see the light.

The time for the healing of the wounds has come.
The moment to bridge the chasms that divide us has come.
The time to build is upon us.

We have, at last, achieved our political emancipation. We pledge ourselves to
liberate all our people from the continuing bondage of poverty, deprivation,
suffering, gender and other discrimination.

We succeeded to take our last steps to freedom in conditions of relative peace.
We commit ourselves to the construction of a complete, just and lasting peace.

We have triumphed in the effort to implant hope in the breasts of the millions
of our people. We enter into a covenant that we shall build the society in
which all South Africans, both black and white, will be able to walk tall,
without any fear in their hearts, assured of their inalienable right to human
dignity – a rainbow nation at peace with itself and the world.

As a token of its commitment to the renewal of our country, the new Interim
Government of National Unity will, as a matter of urgency, address the issue of
amnesty for various categories of our people who are currently serving terms of
imprisonment.

We dedicate this day to all the heroes and heroines in this country and the
rest of the world who sacrificed in many ways and surrendered their lives so
that we could be free.
Their dreams have become reality. Freedom is their reward.

We are both humbled and elevated by the honour and privilege that you, the
people of South Africa, have bestowed on us, as the first President of a
united, democratic, non-racial and non-sexist South Africa, to lead our country
out of the valley of darkness.

We understand it still that there is no easy road to freedom.
We know it well that none of us acting alone can achieve success.
We must therefore act together as a united people, for national reconciliation,
for nation building, for the birth of a new world.

Let there be justice for all.
Let there be peace for all.
Let there be work, bread, water and salt for all.
Let each know that for each the body, the mind and the soul have been freed to
fulfil themselves.

Never, never and never again shall it be that this beautiful land will again
experience the oppression of one by another and suffer the indignity of being
the skunk of the world.
Let freedom reign.
The sun shall never set on so glorious a human achievement!
God bless Africa!

In the 90’s Tom Smith, song-writer & filker, wrote the following
with regard to his celebratory “Mand​(​e​)​la” (from his album
“Plugged”):

“This song was inspired by a moment of cosmic serendipity (or Serengheti, or
something): thanks to a tape-delay feed, the local NPR station, WUOM-FM,
broadcast Nelson Mandela's inaugural celebration (in May 1994) at the same time
a near-total eclipse was painting a circle in the sky: Mandela's
mandala.

I saw a circle turning, shining in the sun.
The moon had got in front of it, and light and dark were one.
I had not seen it earlier, the time, it had not come,
But now I see that circle, surrounding everyone.
And the beauty of that circle was something to behold,
As if God made a wedding band of newly minted gold.

(chorus)
Life to the circle (Life to the circle),
Love to the circle (Love to the circle),
Shine, South Africa, shine.
Life to the circle (Life to the circle),
Love to the circle (Love to the circle),
Shine, South Africa, shine.
And the people say,
Viva! (Viva!)
Viva! (Viva!)
Shine, South Africa, shine.

I saw a diamond gleaming, shining in the sun,
With thirty million faces, a smile on everyone.
I hadn't seen it earlier, for blood had dried on dark,
But now the blood has flaked away, and now I see the spark.
And the beauty of that diamond was something fine and warm,
The colors of the rainbow, together past the storm.

(chorus)
Life to the diamond....

I heard a people singing, shining in the sun,
Thirty million voices that sounded all as one.
I hadn't heard them earlier, the guns were all too loud,
But now the guns are broken, and everyone is proud.
And the beauty of those people is calling out to me.
Now hear the joy inside them, for all of them are free.

(chorus)
Life to the people....

I saw an old man smiling, shining in the sun.
The circle shone above him, the two of them were one.
I hadn't seen it coming, I wish I had his eyes,
For they can see tomorrow with every new sunrise.

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BTW, "Piecemeal Parts" is in the title because I came up with like a
d/o/z/e/n 16 things to talk about but not much to say about any of them. Except
for the first few, where I blather on at great & boring length. Anywho...

First up is the traditional Tuesday-Wednesday turkey thaw.
Back in the day, everyone "stuffed" their frozen turkeys into a brown foodstore bag in an effort to have the bird
thaw evenly, so it was completely oven-ready by early Thanksgiving morning. (If
you couldn't remove the neck & the little packet of giblets from inside the
turkey in the morning, you knew you were in trouble)

Depending on the size of the turkey, you stuffed the bird into the bag maybe as
early as Monday or Tuesday.

The best way to play it safe in those days was prodding the turkey occasionally
to feel for "give". Too much "give" too soon and the
designated cook would open the bag & investigate further. In my memory, a
bit of "give" was usually a false alarm. Back into the bag at least
until the next prod. When I was a kid, everyone did their part re checking for
"give". Consequently our turkeys came out of the bag with a
"tenderized" breast

I don't know what people do these days re turkey prep. Is bag-thawing today a
sure sign of salmonella poisoning tomorrow? Up until a few years ago, I still
roasted a small turkey for Thanksgiving. Since it was only me, I would freeze
at least half of it for later. Around here, paper foodstore bags have ceased to
be, so I would use one of my largest canvas shopping bags for turkey
sequestering.

A few years ago, I got a bit off kilter and nearly dropped the hot
roasting pan as I was taking it out of the oven. (Turkey juices actually
slopped over the pan edge & scorched my fingertips through the mitt.)
Now I'm much less ambitious. I'm roasting a small turkey breast this
year. Yes, it's in a canvas bag but it has yet to show any give. But then I get
up much later than most people, so it still has time to behave.

I would like to say I shun all plastic food store bags for environmental
purposes. I'd like to, but I live with two cats, Khiva (scaredy-cat Siamese)
and Vartha (friendly rescued black part Maine Coon). I maintain two litter
boxes. "Dead litter" is placed in a plastic bag, knotted tight shut,
then placed in a second bag, and finally in a third one. Well, at least the
dead litter is biodegradeable.
(I take extra care when "insulating" dead litter & general
garbage since I can't haul that stuff to the dumpster myself. I rely on
visitors--mostly KB--to remove my garbage for me. This became a nightmarish
problem in my previous apartment from the time I broke my ankle in Dec 2010 on.
More about packing box removal etc further down.)

Second up? Two closely-related reasons to be grateful. One
out of the whole two people reading this entry may remember that I needed to
move from my old imploding apartment complex hastily & unexpectedly. It
would have been impossible to meet my deadline without the constant &
self-sacrificing help of Brandon Zinnato (from my church, St
Philips Lutheran). I am so grateful for his friendship, his
understanding, and his help! Brandon & I began months before the move. Poor
Brandon nearly wore himself out helping me. He was very sick the day he drove
me to the new apartment's office so I could sign the lease & get my keys.
He should have been home in bed, but there was no one else to help me with the
ever-lengthening critical tasks that had to be done at once on that nightmarish
day. I so hated putting him through all those exhausting months yet I didn't
dare beg him to stop. Both of us knew I would be lucky to be ready by moving
day in late February 2012.

In fact, I missed my deadline. Yes I moved on the day I had intended--I had no
choice--but I was far from ready. The last days before the move I was getting
only about an hour's sleep a night. It's hardly surprising that I messed up
royally. I had spent several days in what I called "the back
bedroom" working my way through a mind-boggling array of items,
sorting them into "to be packed" or "to be dumped". I ran
out of time before I could pack the former stuff. Far, far, worse, I was so out
of it by then, that I forgot to LABEL any of the items I had sorted.
Every last bit of back bedroom stuph was carefully packed by helpers from
church. Other helpers at this end toiled to deposit all those boxes wherever
they could find a place. (Packing boxes were 3 and 4 high in the living room)

Much later, the vague image of me finishing my back bedroom sorting &
wandering out of the room filtered back into my consciousness. I felt &
feel -awful- about omitting those critical labels but I've refrained from
explaining & apologizing to the people who helped. If I had been a
volunteer mover, the only thing worse than helping someone with a needless
project would be learning that much of the work had been needless.

Second, Part Deux, the Sequel. I said I had 2 reasons to be grateful in
connection with helpers from my church! Since my move twenty months ago (wow!),
I've done my best to empty boxes, arrange the "keeper" items and
slowly dump the items that should have been tossed 20 months ago. It's been
snail's pace slow--partly due to my balance problem which requires I use a cane
outside all the time & inside most of the time. Carrying a large box around
is difficult using one hand and arm, while the other clutches a cane handle.
Once boxes are emptied and "to be dumped" items have been
re-identified, the best I can do is stow either item along one side of the
hallway between the apt door & the living room. I need to use one hand to
grip my cane & the other to hold on to the stair railing in order to
negotiate steps safely, the first step on the way to the dumpsters. (No, I
never learned how to balance so much as a book on my head. ;-D )

When the limited hallway space is filled, opening new boxes and then shelving
books, hanging clothes, re-weeding detritus, etc comes to a v/i/r/t/u/a/l
complete standstill.

Enter my most esteemed superhero helpers over the last few months! Hurrah
for ALL my helpers!

Courtesy of negotiations between my therapist (FrankM) and Pastor Patrick, Mike
Berkheimer promised to dispose of my collected boxes & frue-frue whenever I
contacted him & it would fit into his schedule. He has been out twice
now--the second time Wednesday November 6. I watch, delighted &
dumbfounded, as he whisks everything out of sight in minutes. Who was that
unmasked man?

When Mike leaves, I enjoy the neat hallway for a day or two, then open another
box. Mike is holding the large framed picture, above. All my
friends and helpers deserve l/a/r/g/e/ f/r/a/m/e/d/ p/i/c/t/u/r/e/s heartfelt
awards for patiently helping me--to say nothing of just putting up with me!
That includes my church's youth group, honored next in my "Gratitude Roll
Call".

Sunday Nov 10 was this year's date for St Philip's youth group to help
church members with chores around their homes. They turned up here not long
after late service, and I was ready for them! Mike had "un-boxed" me
only days earlier but no way was I about to inform the youth I had nothing for
them to do! I even went so far as to unpack boxes in situ, placing
the empties in my entry hall, leaving the wanted items where the box had been
but carrying the unwanted stuph in shifts to the hallway.

I focused on the smaller 2nd bedroom--which I had optimistically called
"The Study" before I moved in. Shelving was already in place, most of
it still bearing packing boxes. A few more boxes were on the floor. With
newly-freed entry hallway space to fill, I grabbed half of the books from each
a box, squeezed them unto the shelving, lifted down the now lighter box &
rested it on the floor, put the rest of the books in place & finally added
another box to the hallway pile.

When the youth group arrived, they whisked the boxes outside, along with items
headed for Goodwill & some accumulated trash. Next, to my utter amazement,
they -lifted- the leaden computer table from its never-intended 20 month home
(mostly in the dining but intruding into the living room) way up over my living
room furniture, down the interior hallway and plunked it in its newly cleared
spot.

Then they asked for more tasks--like hatchlings waiting to be fed. Piece. Of.
Cake. :-D
I suggested the spice rack I'd put up a few months ago, only to have it fall
down within an hour. Done!

My next "assignment" was helping me deal with the gardenia
"bush-lette" that Demaris gave me last spring. She had advised then
it would need to be brought inside before our first frost. Since she's a
volunteer UD Master Gardener, I took her warning seriously. Even so, I
didn't get the bushlette inside quite in time--a couple leaves became black
overnight. I'd replanted the gardenia mid-summer in something rather like
a mini-washtub. All that extra dirt weighed it down to the point that I could barely
lift it.

No problem for this crew! They plucked the plant, heavy pot and all, off of its
rickety plant stand and arranged it just where it needed to be--as close as
possible to the living room/balcony glass & a bit up off the floor to deter
kitty sampling. Voila!

Then--like the best of dreams or the elves who helped the shoemaker--they were
gone.

I've written way more than I expected so far. Wow!

Third up is the good news that Ocean City New Jersey's sister
city, San Jose, on Occidental Mindoro, Phillippines is
still on the map after typhoon Haiyan. From the Ocean City Gazette article, "With
the death toll rising after Typhoon Haiyan devastated his home country earlier
this month, Zaldy Patron, the deputy consul general for the Philippine
Consulate in New York, met with Mayor Jay Gillian and other city officials at
City Hall on Monday, Nov. 25. ... The long-standing relationship between
Ocean City and the people of the Philippines was on his mind, he said, so he
came to Ocean City to thank the community for its strong support and
expressions of sympathy, and to provide an update. Ocean City’s sister city,
he said, escaped the worst of the storm but was not unscathed. “It is
still standing,” he said, of San Jose Occidental Mindoro. “It was heavily
damaged, but compared to some of the other villages, which were wiped out
completely, it was not so bad. Some were just obliterated, off the map."
...
“A lot of Filipino people live in our region,” Mayor Gillian said. Many of
them, he said, have discovered the Jersey Shore and Ocean City in particular.
Ocean City established close ties with Filipino representatives, hosting for
the past several years a “Tribute to the Philippines,” where the former colony
was celebrated over an early summer weekend. The event continues to grow,
attracting a large Filipino contingency.
“We’ve been slowly building this relationship over the years, they’ve come down
to visit a number of times,” said Soifer, adding that representatives made a
special trip down to see the new bridge last spring. “So when the typhoon hit,
of course we were very concerned, so we invited them to come down and see us
again and give us an update. A lot of people have asked how they can help.”
Soifer said he was relieved that San Jose Occidental Mindoro did not take a
direct hit. “We’ve had this relationship for years, we are glad that they
were spared the worst, but they are still hurting..." He said the
relief effort will involve local schools and other organizations. “It’s
going to take them years to recover."

My Fourth topic is not so good. Partially thanks to the holiday, no one will
be visiting me here in my apartment between Nov 24 & Dec 14. This doesn't
mean that I won't see anyone at all. I visited my therapist yesterday &
will see him again on Dec 10. Teri will drive me to church on Dec 1. Brandon
& Karen will take me to church on the 8th and to our "Monday night
small group" on Dec 2 and 9. My helper extraordinaire, KB, will whisk me
away to that tropical paradise, the Pathmark food store on Thursdays Dec 5
and12. And boy will I need it! Finally, my oldest friend, Demaris will visit me here on
Dec 14. (Shortly thereafter we will migrate to Middle-Earth.)

Being here alone can be boring but technically it means I can dress like a
slob. Not interested. As a shameless & desperate opportunist, I'd far
rather have someone to talk to ,,, who also might offer help with
litter/garbage disposal. I love being with people! Yet I sometimes anticipate a
visit both for companionship and--with luck--an offhand offer to dump something.
(I never ask. Way too cringe-worthy.)
(BTW Two weeks = 4 garbage bags & 6 sm dead litter bags).

Number Five is my seasonal confession. I'm /a/ /s/u/c/k/e/r
/f/o/r thankful for a number of foods that most stores & restaurants
reserve for autumn through the Christmas season. Cranberries,
various nuts (besides me), foods featuring nuts including,
blush, pecan pie, egg nog (with a touch of
Bailey's Cream), fruitcake (Yeah, really.), and especially
foods & drinks flavored with near-magical "pumpkin spice". Panera's
is always dangerous for me but especially late Oct to the end of December. With
the holiday season on the horizon, Pumpkin Pie and Cranberry Walnut bagels
appear in Panera's bins. Special breads are displayed on a small table just
inside the door, frequently with samples on a plate. Employees ask leading
questions like,"Would you like pumpkin spice coffee to go with that
bagel?"

I had never attempted to make pumpkin spice coffee at home until Sunday Nov
17th. Demaris and I stopped at the local Shop-Rite food store the previous day
when she was up for her monthly visit. I was minding my own business when I ran
into (ouch) a display centered in the coffee aisle. Don't you hate those
displays? Their chief purposes? a. Showing you something
unappealing while b. preventing your cart and the oncoming one from
passing each other.

This time I wanted the something on display! Small rectangular tins of Maxwell
House International Pumpkin Spice
Latte "also great as a creamer". I was ensnared
despite my friend's warning that it probably cost $6.99 a can. Half in a
trance, I answered, "Pumpkin spice!" I think she darkly muttered
something like, "$8.99". Then she left me to my own devices.

I checked my receipt the next morning before preparing my treat. Vindicated, I
emailed Demaris, "Hah! $3.99". Meanwhile my mug of water had reached
a boil. I spooned some of the powder into the mug--where it proceeded to foam
like a high school chemistry experiment gone wrong. A few minutes later it was
cool enough to sip. I could barely taste or smell the spiciness. I added
another spoonful of powder in hopes of making it better. Or, yeah, worse.
Finally--like locking the barn door after the horses have bolted--I read the
ingredients. Chemical, chemical, chemical, artificial this spice, artificial
that spice, chemical...

The following week, KB took me to Pathmark as usual. Bless her!
She's been doing this for so long now that it's hard to recall my two or three
times a week grocery-shopping journeys by Dart bus, with fun details like:
missing the bus if the lines were too long, backpacking my way up the bus steps
like a mountaineer, stashing everything as close to me as possible, losing
control of a bag & watching it spill its guts into the aisle and of course
the long walk home. And in heatwaves divesting myself of bags just inside the
door, so I could lie down and cool off. KB saved me from all this. My gratitude
for her quiet help is off the charts.

But back to the Pathmark trip. Since my impulse purchase in Shop-Rite, my
thoughts had cleared and/or I had achieved the wisdom of experience. Didn't
they sell the spices used in pumpkin pies mixed together in a single container?
Yup. Good old McCormick had "Pumpkin Pie Spice"
in their small shaker jars. In case you're curious, McCormick pumpkin pie
spice is a combination of cinnamon, ginger, nutmeg, and allspice.
Shaken into a cup of hot brewed coffee, this provides virtually all the
satisfaction of restaurant pumpkin spice coffee. Let's hear it for McCormick
spices!

Number Six. When I started writing the previous entry I got
wondering if the old McCormick spice factory still existed in Baltimore a block
from the Inner Harbor between Light Street & Charles. I couldn't find
anything about it but I did find a fascinating website with dozens of photos &
renditions showing the evolution of the Inner Harbor spanning decades.
I went on the factory tour two or three decades ago. It was wonderful--all
those scents and the last stop was in the McCormick tea room where we were
served McCormick tea of course. I really hope the building is still there but
at least I can cherish the experience.

Speaking of decades past, I learned in my teens that my great-grandfather owned
a harness shop close to the harbor on Light Street. Not surprisingly, he went
out of business when them durn horseless carriages started taking people's
fancy. I assume he promptly sold the shop and the land, given that I wasn't
born into a family of millionaires.

Number Seven. Ready-to-bake Frozen Marie Callendar pumpkin pie!
Pumpkin pie is another seasonal indulgence and a reason for gratitude. (Do you
see a pattern here?) I've bought & enjoyed Stouffers (?) ready-to-bake
pumpkin pies for decades. But--last year and this--my store only offered their
frozen already-baked pies. I bought one of those last
Thanksgiving. Didn't much like it. At Christmas, I got a Parkmark bakery pie.
Big mistake but not a total surprise--our local Pathmark has a terrible bakery.
Maybe they all do. I hope that M.C.'s pumpkin pie will make me thankful for
pumpkins. And spices.

Number Eight. I no longer buy cranberry sauce since I never finish it. I do buy
cranberry juice & apple cider both at Thanksgiving & Christmas. I drink
cranberry juice with calcium supplement when taking my breakfast meds. (Can't
handle O,J.) Late on a chilly day, I sometimes heat a combination of the two juices,
brew green tea in it first, reheat a bit and then add either Alpine's
sugar-free Spiced Apple Cider mix or cinnamon & nutmeg to the brew. I
stole the idea from the merchants at the Pennsylvania Renaissance Faire.
Maybe they still make it--I haven't visited the Faire in years.

Number Nine. Would it surprise you to learn that I'm grateful for
C.S. Lewis? Well, it shouldn't. For proof, see my blog entries with the CS
Lewis tag. I'm also grateful for prayer--one of God's bestest gifts to us! At
St Philips, we just finished a small group lesson series on prayer a week
and a half ago. Patrick used the consecutive parts of the Lord's Prayer as an
outline for the course.

Since we're skipping a week between that series and the next
("feasts"), I thought it a great time to reread Lewis' "Letters to Malcolm; Chiefly on
Prayer", published almost immediately after Lewis' death.
I've only read a quarter of its 124 pages so far because I got tired of loose
pages falling into my lap. Two days ago I carefully glued the pages in place.
Just this morning I removed the three clamps holding the book together while
the glue dried. I hope to get back to reading tomorrow. BTW, Lewis focuses on
the Lord's Prayer in chapter five and he returns to the topic later.

Number Ten. Earlier today I was in the kitchen with a large (plastic) glass
of water held in one hand while I debated whether I really wanted cold water or
something warm like coffee or tea... I was so engrossed in my decision, that
the glass slipped out of my hand. Water went everywhere but chiefly on the
section of counter beginning at the stove, passing in front of the microwave,
ironically bathing the bottom of both the coffee maker & coffee can, and
finally creeping under the drainboard. It took some time to remove everything I
could so I could begin sopping up the water. I was past the halfway point with
that when I realized my feet were cold and wet. Half of the kitchen floor was
covered in water, some of it likely dispersed when I walked back & forth
clearing things off the counter. I'm trying to be grateful for having a much
cleaner kitchen but it's not going well.

Number Eleven. In response to my recent glum email, my publisher
(Dave at Gryphonwood) hinted that I should be grateful for the ongoing Earthbow
Audible narration project. The project began in June when I provided an
extensive pronuciation guide to the narrator. I've only "vetted" (?)
this first four recorded chapters so far. "Vetting" as in listening
for errors, swiftly pausing the recording, making a note of the exact time the
error occurs in the mp3 file, and then writing a brief description of the
problem. Finally hitting "play" and moving on. And so on.
The first four chapters took me about an hour & a half to vet. Earthbow is
quite long, consisting of 63 chapters.
Seventeen errors have turned up so far.

I'm very grateful to be an actual published author, something I dreamed about
when I began writing Seabird in 1979. But, as of this writing, I would be profoundly
grateful if I could find some way to publicize the
mere existence of Seabird and Earthbow (vol. 1 and vol. 2). Our stealth marketing
has been a barricade to sales from the beginning. Generally if readers don't
know that a book exists they tend not to buy it. ;-P The derth of essential PR
is mostly my fault. Email sigs, casual mentions in conversation, marketing attempts
at conferences--where I've never been a panelist, Scribblings blog entries,
Facebook, Red Room, a three-part article at New Author Fellowship, an Amazon
Author Page and an entry at LinkedIn have had no discernable effect on generating
PR. (My old webpage died but I hope to rebuild it soon.)

I would -love- it if we had sold twice as many books as we have so far, i.e.
since 2008 for Seabird & since 2010 for Earthbow. Doubled sales of the
latter during the last 3 years would be about 40 copies rather than 20. Almost
better than doubled sales would be 200 - 300 people who know my books
exist. Okay, maybe not. I remember being worried about dozens of terrible
reviews appearing within weeks of publication, followed by a flood of book
returns & letters complaining about this or that. Good reviews but only a
few sales never occurred to me. Something to remember if you're currently
writing a book.

Number Twelve. We had snow flurries mixed in with the rain around
2PM this afternoon. I am exceedingly grateful for their brief appearance.
Not so much for my phone refusing to take a picture of them before they
disappeared. What does it mean when the whole screen is pinkish in
"camera mode"? Something not good?
Tonight the low is supposed to be 27. The evening weather report warned of
black ice in the morning, courtesy of the abundant rain which pooled for lack
of drainage, followed by freezing temps overnight. I am very grateful that
I don't need to leave the apartment any time soon! I'm terrified of ice, not
needing any extra help in falling.

Number Thirteen. I'm grateful I don't need to use heat here because we get
sufficient warmth--for me--from the major hot water pipes that pass under parts
of the study and across the hallway floor. Not having to pay for heat helps
make up for high summer electric bills thanks to A/C.

Khiva and Vartha would doubtless like to be warmer but don't feel too sorry for
them. Early in the day, they both bask in the warmth of sunlight shining
through the balcony glass. They each have a cat bed very close together
outside the study door & directly over the hot water pipe. This makes for a
"hazard to navigation" for the human but humans don't count. When not
drowsing on their beds, the pair frequently sleep curled around each other on a
living room chair. Khiva's lighter fur and Vartha's black fur sometimes produce
a yin-yang pattern.

The recliner in the living room is my warm spot if I choose to take a nap, have
a headache or backache, or if I have insomnia, I settle in the chair &
drape my white snap jacket across my legs. Sometimes, I'm favored with the
added warmth of Khiva. Vartha doesn't do laps. She prefers to jump up on the
"flat place" (my paper-littered tv tray next to my computer). If the
flat place isn't so flat, I try to yell a warning before her eager leap makes
stuff on the tv tray visit the floor. If the flat place is actually flat
(empty) I am required to perform a full body massage until Vartha gets bored.
Them's the rules.

Number Fourteen. Speaking of warmth reminds me of winter
clothes, old style and new. I'm in the process of shifting winter clothes from
the study closet into my bedroom closet.
I remember when all sweaters and most coats were wool, and moth balls were a necessity if you wanted clothes that
were new last winter to still be wearable this winter. Now-a-days, we
manage to be warm wearing cotton, ramie, polyester etc. Well, we have more
efficient heating after all, and winters aren't as cold.
The warmest sweater I've ever owned is 55 percent ramie and 45 per cent cotton.
It's also the heaviest garment I own--far heavier than my winter coat. If I had
to guess I'd say it weighs more than five pounds. When I get it out, it all but
asks, "Are you ready to go from freezing to roasting?"

Number Fifteen. "So, where's my "turtle" robe!?!?! And my snuggly
red plush "jacket"?"
I've been asking myself these questions--especially the former--for several
days until this morning. Guess what? They were already in the bedroom closet,
sneaky critters!

What's a "turtle" robe? No, the fabric doesn't have a turtle pattern.
(You may be thinking of Peace Frog t-shirts. Or not.) My turtle robe is pink
not turtle green. It could be sky blue pink with yellow polka-dots for all I
care. I love pulling the zipper up as far as it will go and
then "turtling" down into the cowl-like neck opening right up to my
nose, while drawing my hands completely out of sight into the sleeves. I'm very
grateful I found my turtle robe a few hours ago.

Number Sixteen brings me back to not-so-grateful, I had two
almost-falls & a "really big" s/h/o/w/ fall all within
one week. The first almost-fall happened while leaving church after small group
Monday a week and a half ago. The second almost fall intended to be a complete
fall up until the moment when one of my living room bookcases stopped any
further forward or downward movement. I am grateful that my forehead didn't hit
tightly packed books much less the edge of a shelf. Thank God it (my head)
slammed into the only spot that was safe: a shelf which holds just a large
conch shell. My head pushed the shell to the back end of the shelf, by which
point I was fresh out of forward momentum. I did bung a finger but I'll take
that over a massive headache any day!

Finally, I fell all the way down--and pretty thunderously--exactly a week ago
out in the building hallway, just minutes before KB arrived to take me to the
food store. As is typical with my full falls, I landed first on my knees, threw
out my hands to keep my head from hitting the floor, and ended up sprawled over
a quarter acre of said floor.

A man from a first floor apt heard the crash on his way out. He ran up the
steps, took one look, was all of a dither at the sight, and wanted to call an
ambulance(!). Come on! It was just another fall. In the meantime, I'd retrieved
my cane. With his help, I managed to get to my feet. I couldn't stop thanking
him. If he hadn't come to the rescue, I would have had to crawl to my door and
try to use the doorknob and my cane to haul myself upright. The cane alone
isn't enough.

Shortly afterwards, KB arrived. When I told her she had missed all the
excitement she asked me--as virtually everyone has for years--what caused the fall.
For what felt like the ten hundredth and twenty-eighth time in my life, I
answered with my usual, "I do that. There's no warning. I don't get dizzy.
I just find myself at a 45 degree angle and going down."
Look out below!!!

And that's all she wrote. If you read this in time--or if you didn't--I hope
that you have/had a pleasant and blessed Thanksgiving day, chock full of
s/p/i/c/e/s/ many new and old reasons to be grateful! I'm grateful for YOU!

I regret I had to revert to a higher level of security but I had no choice.
Since June, some of my entries have gotten dozens of spammish comments!If your response fails to appear, not to worry! It's being held for my
approval. Please sign your name, the handle of your avatar, or whatever you've
got. Thanks!

Our local newspaper, the News Journal, published a large center-spread watercolor
portrait of Lewis, surrounded by mini-articles and a column of Lewis
quotations. Salwa Khoddam wrote the largest article,
"Fifty Years After C. S. Lewis' Death", most of which is accurate.
Once in her article and another time elsewhere in the spread, the
"joy" Lewis writes about in his book "Surprised By Joy" is
conflated with Joy Davidson, his wife--a woman he had yet to meet while he was
writing most of the book, (1948-1955). We're told, "Works in each of these
areas are still being read, as is his memoir “Surprised by Joy,” about his
wife." * You will find my review of "Surprised by Joy" posted
at Library Thing. (Scroll about halfway down. It begins,
"With respect and apologies to Lewis.")

President Kennedy's death overshadowed the death of Lewis and Aldous Huxley's
death all on the same day. I remember I was in high school art class when
we were told, strangely, first that the Texas governor had been shot and,
minutes later, that the president had been assassinated. If anyone had told me
that CS Lewis just died, I
would have made nothing of it. I had never heard of the man. Little did I know that
almost exactly seven years later, I would read all of Lewis' Chronicles of Narnia in
just one week, much less that a day later--rather a night later I would attend
a meeting on the Univ Delaware campus and would accept Jesus as my savior. I
still didn't know that Lewis was dead. I was both bummed and frustrated when I
found out. I would have liked to have written him a letter of gratitude.

Below is the first part of Salwa Khoddam's article, "Fifty Years After
C. S. Lewis' Death". Follow this link for the rest. You
may also be able to see and read the article contents from the illos I've
inserted.
Or not. I haven't inserted any illos into the blog yet. ;-P

"They were both known as Jack. But while the world will focus this week
on the death of President John F. Kennedy, it’s also the anniversary of the
death of C.S. Lewis, the Irish-born writer who wrote some of the world’s
best-loved fantasy books (“The Chronicles of Narnia”) and lucid explanations of
faith founded on the life of Jesus (“Mere Christianity”).
"Lewis died on the same day as Kennedy, Nov. 22, 1963. He is being
remembered this month by scholars and everyday admirers.
“Most people thought he would fade away. Lewis thought that himself,” says Alister McGrath, who has written the first full biography of
the author in 20 years – “C.S. Lewis: A Life,” published
by Tyndale House.
"...In truth, Lewis is more famous now than at the time of his death, and
the 44 books listed in the index of McGrath’s biography have sold more than 100
million copies. ..."
Read the full article in PDF format, here.

MARSHALLTON, Del. - November 8, 2013 (WPVI) -- Authorities say
a male pedestrian was struck and killed in New Castle County, Delaware.

It happened shortly after 6:00 p.m. Friday evening along Kirkwood
Highway near Duncan Road in Marshallton.

Initial reports indicate that the victim was struck by a minivan
that was travelling eastbound. The impact of the crash knocked the
victim into the westbound lanes. The male victim was pronounced dead.
Authorities say the driver did remain at the scene.

Westbound lanes were closed and eastbound traffic was reduced to
one lane as police investigated.

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Reading this sad article brought back unpleasant memories of
crossing Kirkwood Highway, often twice every weekday & sometimes Saturday
as well for eight years until I qualified for Paratransit about five
years ago. My account below got really long because I did my best to
make everything as clear as I could. I totally get it, if you're not up for
reading this!

They don't say from which direction the pedestrian was crossing the
highway. Since he was struck by a minivan heading east, I'm thinking he
was crossing the highway from North to South. This would be just like I
used to do, when I got off the bus and began walking home along Duncan
Road.

As is so common, there's no pedestrian crossing control on
either side of the highway. When I would get off the bus, I had to look for
oncoming Westbound traffic in the lanes closest to me, North Duncan
Rd traffic turning right on to Kirkwood Highway (with a
legal "turn after stop" situation) , and cars in the left
lane of the Eastbound Kirkwood traffic attempting a U-turn into the
Kirkwood Westbound lanes. The traffic lights strongly favor Kirkwood
Highway over Duncan Road, which leaves pedestrians with insufficient time to
get to the far side of the highway. I mean that pedestrians typically stand on
the narrow median while waiting for the lights to recycle, then continue
on their way.

I never experienced a life-threatening situation at
that intersection. The closest I got to one there was waiting at the North edge
of the highway while standing on one of those raised
cement "triangles" that guides turning traffic and protects it
from oncoming traffic. The raised triangles also serve as
"safety zones" for pedestrians. Well, most of the time. One evening a
truck making a U-turn from Eastbound traffic to Westbound traffic
took the turn a bit wide. He slowed down when he saw me but the cab of his
truck was directly in front of me. He beeped of course. Other traffic
was going on behind me, so the best I could do was slowly back up on the raised
triangle until I could feel the curb drop down to the highway's level.
That was enough to give him clearance.

Not so bad, all things considered.

I was almost killed on Kirkwood Highway twice. The first time, I
was crossing at a light & was three quarters of the way across the whole
highway, when a gust of wind caught the hood of my winter coat and flipped it
up and over my head. Oncoming traffic was light at that moment--which
is why I hadn't stopped at the median but kept walking. Anyway,
I couldn't see anything so I stopped rather than walking blindly and
hoping I was still head toward the far side of the lanes. I
couldn't grab my hood and yank it back because I was carrying a ton
of groceries in plastic bags, their handles halfway between wrist and elbow
weighing down both arms. I managed to get the straps pushed up to
my elbow on one arm and used that hand to yank the hood back. By then
the beeping and screeching of cars breaking had pretty much stopped.
So far as I know, no one rear-ended anyone else. I made for the curb.
It felt like walking in front of the Nascar starting line
seconds before they wave the flag.

In my second brush with vehicular mayhem, I had gotten off the
bus and needed to cross Kirkwood Highway from North to
South curbs before I could head down Limestone Road to my eye doctor.
Limestone Road itself is a small highway with two lanes each
way, broadening to three or even four lanes at
intersections. The Kirkwood/Limestone crossing
does have a pedestrian crossing control on either side of the
highway. The only problem is that it changes lights to red only long enough for
a pedestrian to get halfway across the highway before non-turning Kirkwood
Highway traffic gets the green light. Once they get the red light back, next
up Limestone vehicles waiting on the Northside of Kirkwood
Highway get to turn left.

In the meantime. I was standing at the median in the middle of
Kirkwood Highway, waiting for a safe time to resume crossing. Rather I
should say I was standing on the median that didn't exist since the median had
already ended a couple of car lengths before reaching the intersection.
I did the best I could--lining myself up with where the median should
have been and standing parallel to the front bumper of the car sitting beside
me.

Well, s/o/m/e most Delaware drivers ignore the rules in the
State's drivers' manual, re not cutting your turn to tight when turning at an
intersection. Result? The first car in the traffic turning out of Limestone
Road turned too tight and was bearing right down on me. (Remember, I was
standing were the median should have been if the dept of transportation had
extended in properly.

Anyway, the driver beeped and motioned me to his
right. Freaked, I did as he said. Just in time to have the first car from the
-second- turning lane off Limestone traffic bearing down on me.
I should never have obeyed the first driver! A safer play would have
been scooting as far as I could in the opposite direction until I was virtually
bumping against the side of the car stopped at the red light. Not
unlike being a a duck in an old style shooting amusement--heading left then
then right.

Anyway, I wasn't hit but it was a close thing. I jogged (I could
still do that then) across the rest of the Kirkwood Highway Eastbound
lanes before the lights changed. I was still catching my breath and trying to
get my nerves under control, when a man started yelling at me--I
assume the driver of the car from the second turning lane. Why hadn't I
used the pedestrian control? Was I suicidal? Did I realize how close
he had come to hitting me? I tried to explain that pedestrian control
made the lights red only long enough to strand pedestrians at the
"median". He wasn't having any.

Finally, I ducked into the
corner gas station convenience store to get away from him. Thank God he
didn't follow me inside. I cried for a while, remembered about my appointment, and
hurried down Limestone to the doctor. I've always wondered what the eye
doctor's reception desk staff thought when I walked in with red eyes.
;-P

I don't remember to what extent all two readers of “Scribblings”
may be interested in Lewis' golden age science fiction novels, “Out of the Silent Planet”,
“Perelandra”, & “That Hideous Strength” but
I know some of you liked my earlier Tolkien entry and other like many of Lewis’
books. This entry involves both Tolkien and Lewis.

I just read HarperCollins’ announcement about their
75th anniversary publication of Lewis' "Space Trilogy"
all gathered into one volume for the first time. HarperCollins even added a new
foreword, written by Tolkien. Actually it’s compiled extracts relating to the
space trilogy gleaned from Tolkien's "Letters".

Here's two things you may not know about the overlap between Lewis
and Tolkien, besides their habit of joining other Inklings at the Bird and Baby
for a pint and the reading of extracts from each author’s WIP. :

1. The
lead Earth character in the 1st two Space Trilogy books, Ransom,
was based on Tolkien! Well, Lewis -did- hint in somewhere in "Out of
the Silent Planet" that Ransom was a philologist,
that his studies helped him learn and appreciate the Malacandran language.

2. Lewis and
Tolkien discussed co-authoring a 4th SF volume.

To begin with, Lewis makes mention of Tolkien's work in his preface
to the 1962 edition of "That Hideous Strength", (above)

"Those who would like to learn further about Numinor and
the True West must (alas!) await the publication of much that still exists only
in the MSS. of my friend, Professor J. R. R. Tolkien."

I heard once that their joint project would have involved time
travel. Actually the 1949 paperback edition of “Out of the Silent Planet”
(above) provided a clearer hint about the nature of their joint product. In
that edition the passage may be found on page 159,

"More of this when you come. I am trying to read every old
book on the subject that I can hear of. Now that "Weston" has
shut the door, the way to the planets lies through the past; if there is to be
any more space-travelling, it will have to be time-travelling as well ...
The End"

Tolkien, of course, never had time to follow through on their joint
project, being immersed in his LotR universe & linguistic-related studies
until he died. Some experts believe that Lewis' "The Dark Tower"
fiction fragment* might have embodied his thoughts on the planned
4th book. In possible support of this theory, the title page for "That
Hideous Strength" includes the following,

"The shadow of that hyddeous strength sax myle and more it
is of length." taken from Sir David Lyndsay's "Ane
Dialog", describing the Tower of Babel".

Traditionally, All Saints Day (November 1) is the day after
halloween. For church-celebrating purposes we move it to the first Sunday after
Nov.1.
Today in many churches, we remember our departed beloved by reading their names
aloud during the service.
St Philips Lutheran, my new church (2008 to now) also reads a list of "new
saints" aka babies born to church members this past year. Here, babies are
called alpha saints. Those who have graduated to be with our Lord are called
omega saints.

My departed family members include:
Guy (III), my baby brother who died on Easter Sunday 1954.
Gladys,my maternal grandmother, who died in Jan 1982.
Guy (II), my father who went into a coma in Jn-Jy & died in Oct 1985.
Audrey, my mother who went into a coma during Oct & died in Nov 2000.
David, my other brother who died in June 2001.

My grandmother used to read the Bible frequently during her last years here.
One day, I came into her bedroom and asked what she was doing. She responded,
"Studying for my finals."
Smile.

I've participated in "National Novel Writing Month"
aka NaNoWriMo off and on since Nov 2003. It's fun, it's
insane and yes it's exhausting. But, NaNoWriMo provided the social
reinforcement & the much-needed structure for me to produce first drafts of works that might otherwise never have existed:
"Marooned" ("Narenta Tale #1.5");
An entire third of "The Gryphon & The Basilisk" (Narenta
Tale #3);
"Life Tides" (my original title for a childhood/family
memoir); and
"Da Boid, da Tree-Rat 'n' da Loser" (Narenta Tale #0)
I strongly support NaNoWriMo each year but I've stopped participating in the
annual race to create a 50,000 word plus novel. Fine-tuning my previous
NaNoWriMo-inspired novels and my NaNo 2012 effort aka the "Tree House Tales" anthologyhas to
come first.

BUT

GrammoWriMo has pulled me back into the game. (Just call me
Ripley.) How can anyone resist adding perhaps just 800 words to a wildly
evolving novel? What's more fun than riffing off of dozens of someone else's
settings, plots & original characters?

Have you never heard of that masterpiece, "Medea"? No, not that
s/t/u/f/f/y/ stuff by Euripidis, whoever he was.

You're up next! Do you develop the previous contributor's lowly
McD's cashier into an urban fantasy hero by night?

Or discover that the valiant commander of mankind's last hope against the
Zombie Hoard is really "one of them"?
Who am "them" anywho? And what are they hoarding?
Well, maybe the GrammarWriMo volunteer after you will know.

Or is it up to you, armed only with your trusty keyboard, to warn future
readers the Volgons are about to blow up Earth & only Ford Prefect, a few
pints and a bag of peanuts will save you?

... Someone's already done that? Who'da thunk?

HM, MAYBE IT'S TIME FOR ME TO TURN THIS OVER TO THE ACTUAL GRAMMOWRIMO
FOLKS!

Sherry, hello.
I hope that all is well! Since we last spoke, my co-workers and I began
planning a pretty cool writing project during the month of November that I
think you'll have some interest in.

As you probably know, hundreds of thousands of writers sign up for National
Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) each year --
essentially volunteering to write one 50,000-word novel from scratch in a
month’s time. That's a lot of writing for authors who may want to participate
in NaNoWriMo, but are running short on free time.

In November 2013, Grammarly will throw its
hat into the ring -- but with a twist. We plan to organize the largest group of
authors to ever collaborate on a novel; we’re calling the project #GrammoWriMo, and we've published
a blog entry here* to
provide additional information on participation.

Since you are probably working on your own project for NaNoWriMo, I wanted to ask you if you have some time to help
the Grammarly team spread the word about #GrammoWriMo via social media or on
your blog. Let me know if I can provide you with any additional information.

A 2002 survey confirms that 81 percent of Americans feel they have a
book in them** — and that they should write it.National
Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) is as good a time as any to get started, and
Grammarly wants to help.
We’re accepting submissions through October 25, 2013 from writers at all levels
who would like to contribute to a community-written novel. Signing up with your
email address will add you to the queue of authors planning to help write the
novel, and Grammarly will notify you when it is your turn to contribute up to
800 words to your assigned chapter.

Don’t worry — we’ll provide CliffsNotes so you will always know
what is happening!

At the end of NaNoWriMo, Grammarly is aiming to publish a book that boasts the
largest number of authors of any novel ever written. We want you to be one of
the authors.

To help us decide the plot of this epic novel, you can also complete a short survey here.
At the end of October, we’ll contact you via email to provide additional
information and next steps.
In the meantime, follow @GrammoWriMo on Twitter to
receive updates.
Let’s get ready to write!

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About Me

I'm SherryT, a fantasy author trapped in Delaware. I would prefer living in Ocean City New Jersey or on Narenta my fantasy world but not during a war
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I like reading fantasy and some mysteries. Some of my favorite authors are the Inklings (CS Lewis, Charles Williams and JRR Tolkien). I enjoy helping fellow-writers; amateur photography; creating art by hand or via graphics software; music esp soft rock, classical guitar, filk, folk or world music (like Putumayo); I watch just a few TV shows during a given season but I'm very loyal to those I watch. Love: movies, ethnic cuisine, dark chocolate, spoiling cats...
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I love Ocean City, a seaside town on the south Jersey shore. (Only a flaw in the universe can explain why I can't live there.I'm the sole servant of two demanding cats--Khiva and Vartha.
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I'm a woman of faith, a Christian now but an agnostic until I was 20.